Tough craft, a gift to your soul,
Lest you'd shoo me away like before.
Hearts abound always right there,
Let you rest with the breadth of my hair.

First, tuck my meek attempts to rest,
Ensure, love ensues, it's for the best.
Rock hard path looms, awaits,
The only help I have is a troubled rake.

Reeks of risks, downtrodden deeds,
You know it ends with one end on your beak.
How will you survive another blow?
Your rusty steeled skin, it just shows.